“Passionate Intensity…”

25 September 2021 – An old poem, with new signifiance.

Turning and turning in the widening gyre   

The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere   

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

The best lack all conviction, while the worst   

Are full of passionate intensity.

The Second Coming, first stanza, by W.B. Yeats, 1919

Reference texts note that Yeats wrote this poem in the immediate aftermath of a global war.

We may today instead note that he wrote it in the middle of a global pandemic.

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  1. Wendy Hanington

     /  25 September 2021

    Thank you. I truly love your posts.

    Tomorrow I am hosting a geocacging Event at 6pm until 8pm at Dude Chilling Park as we Celebrate our Communities. And also celebrate the ordinary.

    I would be delighted if you dropped if and said Hello.

    I am also inviting one other non geocacher who lives extremely close to where the Dude hangs out. A very special woman.

    Hopefully, Wendy Hanington

    On Sat., Sep. 25, 2021, 5:02 p.m. WALKING WOMAN, wrote:

    > icelandpenny posted: ” 25 September 2021 – An old poem, with new > signifiance. Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot > hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy > is loosed upon the world, Th” >

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  2. I have always admired this poem. “The centre does not hold” happens often, despite the fact that we can see the cracks forming.

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